God, does he exist? (Not as theological as it sounds)

I just finished reading the play Inherit the Wind for writing my in-class English essay tomorrow. It really made me think.

I've been raised in a devout Christian home my whole life. But for the past year I've been questioning my faith.

As children we all believe without a thought what our parents say. They're our heroes, the ones we love most in all the world, we have no reason as to why we shouldn't believe them.

But now what? Now that we're legal adults (according to the government) and we're forming our own ideas about life everything seems big and looming. We don't want to choose the wrong ideal. That's all we've got though, ideals. Seems like it anyway.

I want proof, facts. I want to be right. I don't want to make the wrong decision.

What if God doesn't exist and my devotedness is all for nothing and my life was a total waste? But what if he is real? What if he sends me to hell if I don't do exactly what he says? What if the Bible is false? But surely not... Not when so many believe in it, right? But what good comes in following the crowd, basing your belief on others, even if there are so many.

Life is completely unknown. The only thing that's real to me is what I'm doing in every moment. That's the only thing that's sure.
What are we to do? What do I believe in?

More to come...